Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong gradually had an idea.

He turned around and said to everyone in the headquarters: "I have an idea, but for this idea to be realized, it requires a high degree of confidentiality. I don't think it can be said in a place like the map room, where people are so crowded."

After saying that, he walked directly to his office.

Wang Zhong has a special office, but he doesn't like to stay in the office. He likes to stay in places like the map room where a large number of staff move around, enjoying the "unique atmosphere of the headquarters."

In fact, after watching too much of the decisive battle, I prefer the atmosphere of our headquarters in the decisive battle: in the decisive battle, our headquarters was deliberately photographed to be "lively", while the enemy's headquarters was completely silent.

Now Wang Zhong returned to the mostly unused office, returned to his desk, turned his back to the door and looked out the window.

Pavlov and others immediately followed.

Vasily closed the door carefully and stood with his back against the door, his butt against the handle of the door.

Wang Zhong: "In this situation, we must use something mysterious to defeat the enemy."

Vasily: “Are you going to bury the lids of the cans of pickles again?”

Wang Zhong: "Do you know nothing more than laying landmines?"

Vasily raised his hands and gave a Carolingian military salute: "I just wanted to say something."

Wang Zhong: "But Vasily's words actually summarize the essence of the new plan I just thought of."

Vasily: "Am I right? Then why did you lecture me so aggressively just now?"

"I'm used to it." Wang Zhong waved his hand and said to the other two, "Vasili used the lid of a can of pickled cucumbers to deceive the Prosen people, and combined with a few real mines, directly stopped the enemy's advance."

The two bears, Pavlov and Popov, had not yet guessed Wang Zhong's intentions, but just looked at him in confusion.

Wang Zhong: "We once tried to use wooden tanks to deceive the Prossen people, and successfully made the Prossen people misjudge our intentions of action, and successfully escaped from the dangerous situation of being wiped out.

"What we have to do now is..."

Pavlov: "Build a bunch of wooden tanks?"

Vasily: "Actually, there's no engine inside. People are pushing it around?"

Wang Zhong: "No! What I mean is that we can deceive the enemy. What is the enemy's biggest weakness now? The quality of the troops is poor, and there are a large number of old people, children and women.

"These people must be less able to withstand morale blows than the regular army, right?"

Vasily seemed to be addicted to flattery, so he said: "Then how can we use deception to demoralize the enemy?"

Wang Zhong pointed at himself.

Pavlov reflexively yelled, "I refuse!"

Wang Zhong: "Calm down, it's not that I want to charge into the battle in person, but I'm deceiving the enemy into charging into the battle in person. My plan is this. First, let the main attacking troops participating in the operation change their flags to red flags.

"Second, on top of the heavy tank that serves as a guide, is my full-size straw statue."

Vasily: "Why straw?"

Wang Zhong: "When the bullet hits you, it will pass directly over and take away most of the energy. In this way, when the enemy shoots at 'me', he will find that no matter how many bullets he shoots, it is useless."

Vasily said with a loud mouth: "Oh, and then their morale collapsed!"

Wang Zhong also became more enthusiastic and continued: "There are old people among the enemies, and Proson has only recently started to respect science. We can target these old people and paste pages of scriptures copied on the tanks."

Vasily: "Things are getting interesting!"

Wang Zhong: "In short, our goal is to demoralize the enemy. If the enemy's morale collapses and they abandon their positions and run away, we will only need to spend very little manpower and ammunition to achieve results.

"In this case, we don't actually need all the troops to be fully equipped, nor do we need to accumulate too many supplies."

Pavlov: "It's too fanciful to scare the enemy away, but as long as you don't go to the front lines and rush small tanks, you'll be fine."

Wang Zhong: "If I try it myself, it won't have such a good effect, because I will die if I am killed. But the straw dummy will not. Of course, all this must be kept secret, and the Prosoners cannot know what is on the top of the tank. It’s a straw dummy.”

Popov: "Don't worry about this, the Inquisition will definitely uproot the enemy's spies."

Wang Zhong looked at the bishop accompanying the army and reminded: "We are now in the enemy's territory. We must ensure not to accidentally injure civilians. I mean, there are really no civilians with guns."

Popov: "Don't worry. But when we enter Prosen territory, will there be civilians?"

Wang Zhong looked at the map: "I don't know, but in such a large area, there should be civilians, right? They can't arrest everyone into the People's Self-Defense Forces, right?"

No one answered because no one knew the answer to the question.

After Wang Zhong made sure that everyone had nothing to say, he looked at Vasily: "I'll leave the fraud to you, Vasily. Use your creativity to scare the enemy out of fear."

Vasily dragged his chin and thought for a few seconds before saying, "I think we can first investigate local legends, or even find some experts in culture and folklore, to first determine what the common people in Plosen are afraid of.

"Use the myths and legends of the Upper Prosen while fooling your enemies with your dummies."

Wang Zhong: "Don't they admire Norse mythology? Valhalla and so on."

"This was introduced by Emperor Prosen from Northern Europe, and their citizens may not be interested." Vasily said, "Anyway, leave it to me to investigate."

Pavlov: "I only support the attempt, not the main offensive plan."

Wang Zhong: "No problem, you continue to prepare for the attack on March 1 next year. We have to do two things at the same time."

Vassily: "I have a good idea!"

Popov: "Our idea king has already started to do his job!"

Vassily: "I think we can add dye to ordinary smoke bombs to make the smoke from the smoke bombs turn yellow-green, just like poison gas. Fear of poison gas is also a kind of fear, Right?"

"Okay." Wang Zhong was also happy, "You are still professional."

Pavlov teased beside him: "If we really rely on these to capture Prosonia, future historians may think that Prosonia was occupied by tricks."

Wang Zhong: "We are here to end the war, not to leave a name in history. We do our own things well, and the merits and demerits will be left to future generations to judge."

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At the same time, in the royal bunker of Prosonia, Emperor Prosonia was staring at the aggressive doctor.

Emperor: "Did you forget who you were talking to?"

The doctor took a half step back and put on a respectful attitude: "Sorry, I got a little carried away."

Emperor: "So you think that as long as Rokosov launches an attack, some of our troops will collapse directly?"

The doctor: "Then the collapse will spread like an infectious disease, and in the end our troops guarding the entire Prosinia will scatter like birds and beasts."

"No, the Asgard Knights will not be like this. They are the elite of the empire and the selected Aryan warriors!" The emperor punched the table, "Come on, arrest this guy who spread rumors and deceived the people, drag him out, and torture him severely to see who instructed him!"

The doctor did not give in: "It is said that His Majesty the Emperor used the awakening agent too much. It seems that it is true-"

He didn't finish his words because the Imperial Household Ministry agent who rushed in gave him a pistol butt on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.

The emperor took out a handkerchief and tremblingly wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Spread rumors and deceived the people!" He emphasized again.

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Three days later, on the front line, on the east bank of the Oder River, 77 kilometers from the center of Prosinia, at the position of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Division of the Ante Guards.

Filippov, who had returned to the army again, was shaving in the regiment command post.

The opportunity to shave on the battlefield was very rare. It was said that there was an ace sniper in Prosin who let go of all the beards and only shot the enemies with bald chins. He killed a large number of Ante officers with this method.

I saw the correct version in the 16-9 book forum!

Soon a female sniper platoon was dispatched from above to deal with the Prosin ace sniper.

In the end, the ace sniper was discovered by the female snipers and died under the coverage of heavy artillery fire.

Yes, the female sniper called for heavy artillery after discovering his approximate location, without wasting any time at all.

After Filippov finished shaving, his guard lifted the curtain of the bunker and came in: "Report, the patrol team came back last night."

"Did you gain anything?" Filippov asked while wiping his face.

Guard: "We have captured three prisoners and are escorting them here."

The 1st Mechanized Infantry of the Imperial Guards is equipped with a large number of portable radios. When patrolling at night, they must carry two. In case of emergencies, they can notify the main force immediately and prepare to meet the enemy.

Filipov put away his towel and straightened his uniform: "Okay, wait for them to return and bring the prisoners to the regiment headquarters immediately."

"Yes!"

After the guard turned and left, the new regiment staff entered the regiment headquarters bunker: "This is my first time meeting the Prosons. I am a little nervous, Comrade Filipov."

Filipov: "Relax, it's no big deal. The first time we saw the Prosons was on the battlefield of Loktov. At that time, the enemy was much more ferocious than now, but we still defeated them!

"Just watch them like you are going to the zoo to see gorillas, and practice your Proson language by the way."

"Yes, Comrade Commander Filipov."

At this time, the sound of a car came from outside. Filipov: "It should be back. It is estimated that they have robbed an enemy car and drove back. Follow me. "

Filipov opened the curtain and walked out of the regiment's bunker, and saw an Opel Lightning truck with a white flag.

The captain of the patrol team last night jumped out without waiting for the car to stop, and saluted to Filipov: "We are back, commander."

"Three prisoners?" Filipov asked.

"Yes."

The other members of the patrol team also got off the car and brought the three prisoners to Filipov.

The new regimental staff officer couldn't help but scold: "You are not kidding me, these are three children!"

Filipov: "This is the situation on the front line. In addition to children, you can also see octogenarians and young girls."

The new staff officer: "So we have to interrogate them? Even the judge can't do such children, right?"

"Don't worry." The blue-hatted judge who came out of nowhere said, "We are from the countryside. When we made mistakes when we were young, our fathers beat us to death. Now we also beat the children who made mistakes to death. These people look like children who made mistakes. "

Filipov looked at the patrol and immediately found something wrong: "Three people are missing?"

"Yes, they died in the battle. We brought back their military cards and marked their locations."

The new staff officer pushed his glasses: "It's amazing, it seems that the enemies in front still have some fighting power."

Filipov: "In fact, it is the enemies wearing camouflage who have fighting power. They are the Asgard Knights. Enemies without camouflage uniforms have low fighting desire and surrender after causing some appropriate losses."

The judge asked: "Comrade Commander, are these three prisoners for the new staff to practice, or are they handed over to us directly?"

At this time, a motorcycle came speeding from a distance. Vasily, wearing a leather coat, jumped off the motorcycle and shouted to Filippov: "Wait a minute, I just heard on the radio that you have prisoners! I I have been ordered to conduct an investigation! I want to ask them in person!"

Filipov: "What are you going to do now?"

"The Marshal's order, a folklore investigation, to see what the people of Plosson are afraid of, especially the children of Plosson."

The blue-hatted judge joked: "What else could it be, isn't it the 'Baba Yaga (swamp witch)' who lives in the swamp!"

Vassily: "Melania does have a variant of the Baba Yaga legend, but there are not so many swamps in Plosson. I looked through the literature and they seem to have some rumors about the forest and Mr. Long Hand.

"Anyway, let me ask carefully, this is the Marshal's order."

Vassily took out the order signed by Marshal Rokossov.

Filipov then explained for his old friend: "He has been the Marshal's follower since Loktov, of course he was not a marshal at that time. "

The two blue-hatted judges made a "please go" gesture and stepped aside with their hands on their belts.

Vassily looked at the youngest child among the prisoners with great interest: "Just now, the child obviously shrank his neck when he heard the name Rokossov."

He squatted in front of the boy and asked in Proson language: "Child, are you afraid of Rokossov?"

The boy trembled obviously, and then shouted loudly: "I'm not afraid! I will fight Rokossov to the end! And then die gloriously!"

Vassily took out the signed order just now, pointed to the name and said to the boy: "This is the signature of Rokossov."

The boy took a step back, and was pushed on the shoulder by the Ante soldier who was escorting him from behind.

Vassily grinned: "You are afraid of Rokossov!"

"I'm not afraid!" The boy blushed.

Vassily: "No, you are afraid of Rokossov, all of you are afraid of him to death. "